Vivienne Dixon is ten years old and alive. She knows she's alive because that's what her name means. The name Vivienne originates from ancient Rome and was used as a variant of the name Viviana. It is derived from the Latin word 'vivus' meaning 'ali...
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𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: quite a heavy chapter, the camp gets attacked by walkers, more specifically, so does vivienne!! anway, enjoy.
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Turns out, Glenn, T-Dog, Rick and Daddy are all gonna go back to Atlanta to get Uncle Merle as well as a bag of guns that Rick had left there. I really wish that they could go without Daddy, but he's too proud and too stubborn to not go. So now, I'm sitting on the crate with Daddy opposite me as he waits for everyone else to be ready.
"I know ya don't want me ta go, Viv, but I've got to." Daddy says all quiet. "How about I bring you somethin' back? As a collateral typa thing."
I look up from where my beetle drawing used to be and I smile at him. It's not a real smile, of course, because I'm still real mad at him for leaving again.
"How 'bout I find you a sucker or somethin'?" he asks.
I know if I say yes, he's gonna think I'm okay with going, so I should probably tell him to go screw himself, but a sucker does sound really good right now. I nod at him.
"Okay then." he laughs, getting up and rufflin' my hair.
Daddy goes over to the van that the previous supply run group rode back here. I watch as he gets in with the others and I can't help but feel the tears swell up in my eyes again.
I wipe them away with the end of my t-shirt. I want to scream and yell at him because I don't want him to leave, but I can't. I think maybe I should tell him he has to come back because he hasn't gotten the dirt outta my scraped up hand yet, he hasn't helped make it all better. But I say nothin'. I just look at my dirty hand and listen to the trunk driving away.
Daddy and the group of Uncle Merle rescuers have been gone for an hour, I think. Maybe two, though, because when I do nothin', time all blends together. I've been sitting on the stump the whole time, leaning on my messed up hand, drawing bugs in the dirt.
Dale's on top of his RV being a hawk like usual, and I'm not sure where everyone else have gone. I think Shane 'n' Carl went to catch frogs or something, some of the women are washing clothes and I don't know about everybody else.
